An exercise in spontaneous story-building. A brainstorm that dives into fetish, drugs, cops and robbers, and jokes shamelessly about fiction vs vérité. Robbe-Grillet laughs along with the viewer, literally saying “it doesn’t matter” and shrugging things off.

A delicious blend of romantic drama and haunted house films of an era long gone, with splashes of horror from a multitude of decades. It's beautiful, melancholy, and all too enjoyable to dismiss solely based on predictability. Assuming you allow the red snow to envelop you like a good old friend, you'll have a lovely time.